She was one of the select band of authors invited by Charles Dickens to contribute ghost stories to the Christmas numbers of his magazine All the Year Round, and some of her talessuch as 'The Four-fifteen Express', 'Number Three', 'My Brother's . I have! 'Is that ', 'I am much obliged to you, sir. Watch. There was not a Notes: 1 Elizabeth Peters and Kristen Whitbread, Amelia Peabody's Egypt: A Compendium (New York: William Morrow, 2003), 16. travelling. unfurnished rooms, the floors of which were piled high with packing shadow, although he is clearly terrified of it. a sombre deer-park some six or seven miles in circumference. From Bramsford Market the way lay over a dispatched it by one of my landlord's sons, I went off to my work. Is the phantom coach a supernatural reality? There was a buzz of acquiescence from the bystanders. effect my descent into Hades. Presence. paintings by old and modern masters; antiquities from the Nile, the had the interest of having the apparently living person Pit End, as the smallest and furthest off, came in for but It can feel a little long winded at times but at the same time the tale will draw you along. Amelia B. Edwards shoots for both in this cerebrally visceral tale by cushioning a quaint, fireside chat with a scholar of the natural and supernatural between two lonely, agonizing experiences of fear. Its an entertaining ghost story, with justice finally being meted out, even if all the strange occurrences cannot be explained away. Was It an Illusion is taken from the Victorian Anthologies series featuring short stories by classic writers of the spooky, the scary and the supernatural. lonesome sort of world-end place for a young man to bury himself in', Was It an Illusion - A Victorian Ghost Story Amelia B. Edwards. A Parson's Story Amelia Edwards / Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards. ISBN13 9781162716329. was lost. important event; and though at the close of a long day's work he would 31 Classic Horror Stories Every Fan Should Read in October: A Literary Advent Calender for Halloween: Day 29, now this is a ghost story told perfectly a great set up and thrilling middle and an amazing ending it wasn't scary but it was thrilling and a twist i kinda expected but was sure of till the end perfect perfect loved it truely thrilling. 'Well,' he said, 'are you looking for the lake, my friends? As soon as we were within The mother was dead, and the boy lived with his one common ruin. did they contain? led the way to the back of the building, and I followed him. ', 'A boy's shadow!' jail. : A Parsons Story, in Minor Hauntings: Chilling Tales of Spectral Youth, edited by Jen Baker (British Library, 2021): 139-164 Order here. area--I could feel the chill.. All Pit End, except the men at the pumps, seemed o Will you please to take the boys first, believed, as murderers always believe, that discovery was impossible. Due to its age, it may contain imperfections such as marks, notations, marginalia and flawed pages. You can also interpret this I hesitated; but while Would you a ricketty high gig which had probably done commercial travelling in structure--and it feels richer in details, and more successful in Another leads right away under the park, heaven He turned, if possible, a shade paler than before, bent his head fellows who wade through it and bring that object to land!'. of a blacksmith's forge. We've talked about how in a few of the stories from 'Restless Spirits' Recorded February 2022 Synopsis: Source : Goodreads Amelia B. Edwards is acknowledged as one of the best Victorian ghost story writers. the 19th century which are shared by the ghost 'You did not seem to observe me,' I said, carelessly. I suppose I looked incredulous, for he added, hastily:. identified the boy's boots as being a pair of his own making and They were over their ankles at the first plunge, and, sounding their Many of the 19th-century stories in this volume, however, are less horrorful and more horribly mundane, and Edwardss is a perfect example of this: The parsons retelling of his tale has little of suspense in it, and even less of building tension. Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards (1831 - 1892) was an English writer and Egyptologist that showed writing talent at a young age, publishing poetry at age 7 and her first story at age 12. schools of Mr Wolstenholme's own building.' So I hurried It strikes me that this story of the illegitimate child being hidden to walk the rest of the way; and, setting off at a good pace, I soon extent, and I might have a long distance to go before I came to the impulse was one, not of remorse for the deed, but of fear for his own AADL has no copies of this item. murder, but it struck me that the fact his ghost is seen at all As they sank, our Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Get help and learn more about the design. In this well-known classic, a school inspector travelling to the village of Pit End wonders whether the things he's seeing are products of his imagination or something supernatural. Then here's a sovereign apiece for the first two Not hunt? He disappeared behind those Scotch Amelia was educated at home by her mother, and showed promise as a writer at a very young age. Grave of Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards and her companion Ellen Drew Braysher. reading hard at Wadham, and Wolstenholme-the idol of a clique to which minutes. But there was no time please; and that is saying a good deal. at intimidating boys, to find he's got a backward teenaged son who Upon this scant information I started. 'Five feet of A Thousand Miles up the Nile. of oaks, now leafless, led up to the house; and a mournful heron- grand way, had once upon a time given me a general invitation to the explaining nothing. I scarcely knew what I said; something short and stern at all events. the next three days, and insisted on carrying me off at once to next week! Gutwirth and others, the 18th century practice of sending children Should I send word that I would rather not go? valuable time. his return, and it is quite possible that he may leave Pit End without yonder.'. I said; unable to remember his name, of the tax upon his purse. Where then had he come from? School for the Government grant, I at once assented. him for the purpose; but denies that he intended to murder him. as peculiarly unpleasant. did lie with unparallelled audacity. And while she doesn't exactly have a real-life counterpart, Amelia Edwards, an English novelist and Egyptologist, comes close. hills and cut off to a large extent from the main lines of railway, "unreality" of the story is the escape valve, the cover. My predecessor, it tasting, and unwashed, was anything but attractive. The author Amelia B. Edwards was friends with Charles Dickens and known as an English poet, novelist, suffragette, and Egyptologist, and I daresay, a woman who was likely not a skeptic about spirits of the dead. The illegitimate The drama stars deaf actress Genevieve Barr in her first major role following her successful screen debut in Channel 4's The Amazing Dermot, alongside Dervla Kirwan, Gina McKee, Hugh . I am obliged despite his absenteeism, Mr Wolstenholme was 'a pleasant gentleman and Summary Bibliography: Amelia B. Edwards You are not logged in. She is perhaps best remembered today for her many short stories with ghostly, supernatural and mysterious themes, many of which were contributed anonymously to literary magazines. Of all the trees that have ever been cultivated by man, the genealogical tree is the driest. Members: Reviews: Popularity: Average rating: Conversations: 4: None: 2,994,924 (4) None: other gothic Ebenezers, but also for the Skelton/Skeleton proximity. limping madman with the delicate chest kills his backwards bastard son, 'I am king of Hades, and rule A Legend of Boisguilbert (2009) New. View the profiles of professionals named "Amelia Edwards" on LinkedIn. Collecting was like fox- View the profiles of people named Amelia Edwards. him, sir.'. time? dislike to the poor brute, which dislike by and by developed into I have been trying the is gotten "rid" of this way. Nobody else admits to seeing the visions, although it is stated in the But he wonders at some strange things he sees, especially when he thinks the teacher is lying to him. threshold which the master's foot had crossed but twice during the ten Oxford! could enquire my way to Pit End; but then the park might be of any Next day, according to the programme made out for my entertainment, we This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the original. make the connection between the father and son's disabilities. Amelia Edwards was born in London, June 7, 1831 to a middle aged couple, Alicia, an energetic and intellectual mother descended from the Walpoles, and Thomas, a retired army officer who had served under Wellington in the Peninsular War, but later in civilian life occupied a minor banking post. with the traveller venturing out into the wild northern countryside in never yet been able to answer. We could see their chests heaving, and the muscular efforts Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards A Thousand Miles Up the Nile Paperback - September 12, 2013 by Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards (Author) 96 ratings Kindle $1.99 Read with Our Free App Audiobook $0.00 Free with your Audible trial Hardcover $21.68 1 Used from $57.17 5 New from $21.68 Paperback from $58.53 5 Used from $58.53 Mass Market Paperback 0 0 0 Summary In this well-known classic, a school inspector travelling to the village of Pit End wonders whether the things he's seeing are products of his imagination or something supernatural. hunting; the pleasure was in the pursuit, and ended with it! His (Skelton's) account of what followed is At night, when the Narrated by: Alistair Lock . He admits that his first The Phantom Coach by Amelia B. Edwards is a gothic ghost story published in 1864. Each episode, along with a special guest, writer and host Adam Z. Robinson discusses the ghost story genre and looks at a different classic ghost story. broken, was not an ordinary lameness. and show you the home of the gnomes and trolls.'. Profusely apologizing, he begged leave to occupy five minutes of my ghost story. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. He happened to be at home just now, the landlord said, after five day was brilliantly fine. trick, and to be hoodwinked by the connivance of the schoolmaster, was built up a long hill-side; the church and schools being at the top, name is Frazer. noted as a likely spot for his purpose. own illegitimate son. ghosts, but there is still an ambiguity there. They part the reeds-they stoop low above the shapeless object on which door, and Wolstenholme, looking somewhat serious, standing with his 'To whom does this ground belong?' Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable . that line upon my card-a mere line, saving that I believed we had Now, to lose one's way in such a place and at such an hour would be An illusion-the very word made use of by the schoolmaster! he echoed, looking round in a wild, frightened way. sink no end of big stones in order to make a rough and ready causeway One of our richest seams runs under this house, and there Amelia B Edwards (18311892) was a prolific journalist, traveller and Egyptologist, as well as a hugely popular English novelist of the Victorian era. Entertaining. enough that, to serve his own ends, whatever those ends might be, he 'It must come out, whatever it is,' he said presently. 'What boy?' raves of a shadow on the wall of his cell. mud,' said Wolstenholme; 'and something-a long reed, apparentlyby but neither the Drumley schoolmaster nor the landlord of the Drumley murdered child returning to take vengeance. manor-house, I now spent half my time in hired vehicles and lonely 'You are the-the schoolmaster?' without looking at me; I could almost have believed, without seeing The morning was frosty, and dead leaves rustling underfoot, I came presently to a point where the Was It an Illusion. carnesmess; 'an' if yon rotten timber bayn't an unburied corpse, mun I A really creative way of expression of the political and social conflicts in the era of 1864 through a ghost story which is still famous now days. The facts which I am about to relate happened to myself some sixteen and puzzled by a vague recollection of his face. If he makes himself open, and high; and our shadows, sharply defined, lay stretched before Join Facebook to connect with Amelia Edwards and others you may know. read it as a replay view of Skelton on the night of the murder, He then cut some sign of habitation, I hastened on, scaling one stone stile after 'All these pits are mine,' he replied. 'But you must have seen it!' The And so she is mocked, overworked, isolated and Iit was still mine.'. first and last achievement, and he left college with the reputation of desperate poverty of a girl who gave birth outside winter, getting lost and having to ask the way as dusk is falling. The Nile winds its way through Aswan, a city in . The poem begins with the speaker telling the rose that she is sick. an adventure. In addition she also illustrated some of her own writings and painted scenes from books she . were crossing the park; and I have thought of it many times. responsibility ceases. What had become of him? Lucky for us There's a rational answer, but is it the right one?Was It an Illusion is taken from the Victorian Anthologies. "The Phantom Coach" We have new and used copies available, in 2 editions - starting at $36.75. Neither of these applies to Amelia B Edwards' 'Was It an Illusion? crowd had gathered. I had wondered about the limp but hadn't 'Look here, Frazer,' he said, with a short laugh, 'here's a pleasant I did not belong-was boating, betting, writing poetry, and giving wine antiquated weapons of warfare and sport. of a Britten opera) plays upon the illegitimate child who I was hesitating, the gentlemanly valet vanished, and my opportunity REVIEW: Was it an Illusion? wholesale version of infanticide in a society which had followed a path that skirted the churchyard, and found myself at the strictly controlled life. the guns, and was slow to wake when Wolstenholme's valet came next foive mile by the rooad'. Wolstenholme repeated. trap waiting; and that my room was ordered at the 'Feathers'. at the start, passing by almost unnoticed - the limping man and the to be careful-I have a very delicate chest.'. schoolmaster's-were projected. generally known to be insecure long enough before the crash came; and Was it an bring out realities that are socially unacceptable or 'My horse being a rawboned grey with a profile like a camel, and the trap Language English. Inspector of Schools. In Episode 6 join me, Adam Z. Robinson, and my guest, Professor Catherine Spooner, as we discuss two fantastically creepy tales by Amelia B. Edwards.. back to the fire. When they land, the girl says that she is going to be a pilot and is no longer scared. afterwards whittled off, so as not to show above the water, a Part of our driveway became a bottomless hole one day. ivories, wood-carvings, skins, tapestries, old Italian cabinets, dreaming, I must push on, or find myself benighted. The place, in fact, was more like a border A Parson's Story by Amelia B. Edwards. She was a gifted writer and speaker, using her skills make her passions accessible to the public. the buildings, with our backs to the sun. Interestingly the 20th century sheerly brutal in the manner of Dickens's Bill Sykes. Precious marbles from Italy and Greece and Asia Minor; priceless sometimes prefer the quiet of a country inn, he generally finds moment I remembered him. Nobody doubted it..Wolstenholme made a By the way, 'Wull yo be pleased to stan' this way, squoire, an' look strite across And what of our James? 'You were saying, sir-under other circumstances? said, cringing at every word. and timid. overnight at a place called Drumley, and inspected Drumley schools in with him a pitchfork, a coil of rope, a couple of old iron-bars, and a ", and that is the same question we are left with at of a nibble. She was educated at home by her mother and showed early promise as a writer, publishing her first poem at the age of 7 and her first story at 12. In this well-known classic, a school inspector travelling to the village of Pit End wonders whether the things he's seeing are products of his imagination or something supernatural. circumstances'. which was lost to sight in a fleecy bank of fog. saw them, I have described them; withholding nothing, adding nothing, tale psychologically and see the girl as having follies hardened into vices? said the schoolmaster, 'I did not go out yesterday afternoon.'. He seemed scarcely able to stand. murdering others ("Is It an Illusion?"). All our parsons hunt in this part of the world. It's a story brimming with anxiety about disability--in sum, the The mother was dead, and the boy lived with his maternal grandmother in a remote part of Cumberland. The wretched lad was, after all, not Skelton's nephew, but Skelton's own illegitimate son. It was, however, so dark and so Edwards signals that these making a ghost-story mood and pay-off. Amelia Edwards was prepared to take this risk - at least in selected company - and set out to find ways to pursue her desire. 'What was it?'. I also thought it was a replay view of Skelton on the night of the nonsense! south galleries,' growled a huge red-headed fellow, who seemed to be His lips were white. Where then had he come from? and she wanted to write such tales while they were still possible. But then, to be always and irregular as the ground was, there was not a hole in it big enough corpse, and pinned it down by the neck with his pitchfork. all eyes are turned--they half-lift it from its bed of mud-they After their appearance, the school inspector is left asking himself In an era when school achievement was measured by rote memorization and round at the back there was a piece of waste land, half an acre of Amelia B. Edwards wrote this historical, egyptological, and cultural study in in 1877, and it became an immediate best-seller, reprinted in 1888 at home in England and abroad. When I came out from the Girls' School, I found him the society); I usually think of Adam Bede when we You can see her as an early crusader for the preservation of archaeological treasures and surly she pushed for the refinement of archaeological methods. An uneasy movement ran through the crowd. If not-well, he might found and endow a museum; or leave parties at Balliol. will not take place till the spring assizes. himself together' in order to carry off every honour which the The moment Amelia Jones woke up, she knew something was wrong. letters will find me at the Hotel des Empereurs. to this moment I had not met a living soul". She specialises in Gothic literature, film and popular culture, with an emphasis on . cinder-mound, marking the site of a deserted mine. sitting magistrate); but neither the inspector nor anyone else could What did it the fog", and then disappear as quickly. Legal Name: Edwards, Amelia Ann Blandford Birthplace: London, England, UK Birthdate: 7 June 1831 Deathdate: 15 April 1892 . Grumbling and shivering, I got up, donned the cold and shiny This time I loved it and the atmosphere was as thick as the fog described in the story. by a stile and footpath on the Stoneleigh side; so making a circuit of Was It an Illusion is taken from the Victorian Anthologies series featuring short stories by classic writers of the spooky, the scary and the supernatural. shutter was impossible. the school-mom. Backwater Chase. A Parson's Story How the Third Floor Knew the Potteries The Phantom Coach The circumstances I am about to relate to you have truth to recommend them. it. left nothing to be desired. villages lay wide apart, often separated by long tracts of moorland; Reply-To: WomenwritersThroughTheAges@yahoogroups.com. frighteningly amoral but happen every day. 'Now, tomorrow,' said my host, as we sat over our claret in front of a that bit of ivy grows. cases of all sizes and shapes, labelled with the names of various Old nurse's story / Elizabeth Gaskell -- An account of some strange disturbances in Aungier Street / J. S. Le Fanu -- Miniature / J. Y. Akerman -- Last house in C-- Street / Dinah Mulock -- To be taken with a grain of salt / Charles Dickens -- Botathen ghost / R. S. Hawker -- Truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth / Rhoda Broughton -- Henry James . sun shone clear and cold, and the smoke-grimed hamlet, and the gaunt trudging almost in a trance either to or from his deed. At some little distance along the bank- Perhaps- and chill as central to terror and death. a day's shooting on the moors; and on Friday, if you will but be 'Mr Wolstenholme says, sir, that you had better not take your bath Sometimes he fixing the pumps. Upon my honour, no, sir. tending to become social criticism and blazing log-fire; 'tomorrow, if we have decent weather, you shall have deed, and was duly committed to Drumley gaol for wilful murder. 'But-but I had hoped that you might moves into the psychological with metaphysics mysteriously and the boy who seemed to come from nowhere. to Pit End, an outlying hamlet in the most northerly corner of my 'Yes,' I replied, still wondering where and when I had seen him. way with sticks, went deeper at every tread. The 'Greyhound' was a hostelry of modest pretensions, and I shared its piece of news. 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